10. Fires

Things I miss from home:

1. Someone else doing my laundry
2. Having the kitchen so close
3. Actually being able to cook
4. Having anything and everything in the fridge
5. Someone else cooking for me & doing the dishes
   
6. My multiple blankets
7. Having the bathroom so close
   
8. Only having to walk one flight of stairs to my room
9. Having everything I need close
10. Not being rudely awaken by a fire alarm

When I was little, I went to my grandma's house pretty often. I remember one time, there was a fire in my grandma's neighbor's house. I don't remember much except for the fact that I had to leave the building and waited in my mom's old car. One of the only things I actually remember is my mom going back to get my favorite blanket at my grandma's house- the pink one with purple teddy bears. That was the only real time I was evacuated from a building because of a fire.... until this year.

There have been three fires in the past two weeks and one drill for San Jose State University. All three of these fires have been in Joe West Hall, my dorm building which houses about 500 students. On Thursday there were two fires at the same time! What a pain in butt. Lindsay woke me up & I was outside of the building at 9AM. The building re-opened at 3PM, but I had classes so I didn't get back until 6PM. Count it up- that's 9 hours. Sure, it was a pain in the butt, but I really appreciate that fact that the police & fire department are investigating these fires. This/these arsonist(s) or whoever is starting these fires are bugging everyone as well as putting a lot of people at risk. I really hope they catch them!

Little Things

Today was Dennis' going away party! He joined the Air Force! Isn't that crazy? I think so, but Dennis was always crazy, so I guess it's a little expected. I just hope he stays safe! He leaves tomorrow & once he gives me his mailing address, I am writing him a letter!
Those "this and this and this" happened blogs aren't really my style, so instead I am going to focus on "This Guy". (I say "This Guy" because I already mentioned a "That Guy" in my blog.)

"This Guy" is... well, I always had this image in my head that he hates me. Okay, not really always & not really hates. Maybe he's just one of those guys who I assumed thought I was weird. I talked to "This Guy" and his circle of friends senior year, and I felt welcomed by everyone but him. I felt like "This Guy" didn't like me & he never wanted me around. In fact, when I saw him today I didn't exactly greet him. Sure, I talked to him, but just enough to be polite. Anyways, after the guys were playing the music, I didn't feel awkward anymore and "This Guy" actually talked to me without me feeling hated or unwelcomed. I don't know why, but it just made me really happy & something as little as "This Guy" not hating me made my weekend great and memorable! & I'm hanging out with Mel tomorrow & it's going to be great too! What a nice weekend. Is this what it's like when other people go home all the time?

Sometimes I wonder if little things affect other people's lives as much as they do mine.

The little things, you do to me are,
Taking me over, I wanna show ya
Everything inside of me oh,
Like a nervous heart that, is crazy beating
My feet are stuck here, against the pavement
I wanna break free, I wanna make it
Closer to your eyes, get your attention
Before you pass me by

Colbie Caillat - The Little Things